David Francey - Wishing well

On the ^Fmorning news that brought me '^Ground They put the ^FOklahoma bomber ^Cdown He might ^Fserve in heaven, might burn in ^Ghell But he's ^Fno more wishes at the wishing ^Cwell

I should ^Ffeel compassion, I know I ^Gshould I don't ^Fknow if his dying does any ^Cgood But he was ^Fgood as gone when the building ^Gfell Ah, when they ^Fran out of wishes at the wishing ^Cwell

Ah, ^Glying on his back, eyes ^Fopen ^Cwide And the ^Gprick of the needle and the ^Fsilent ^Cslide And the ^GPress lined up, with their ^Fstories to ^Ctell How there's ^Fno more wishes at the wishing ^Gwell

To^Fday I rattled around this ^Gtown ^FHands in my pockets, eyes cast ^Cdown And the ^Fair as still as the steeple ^Gbell It was ^Fdry as a bone at the wishing ^Cwell

The ^Fthunderheads tower over the ^Gtown I'll be ^Fwarm and dry, when the sky falls ^Cdown And we ^Fmight get lucky, but you never can ^Gtell It was ^Fdry as a bone at the wishing ^Cwell

Ah, ^Glying on his back, eyes ^Fopen ^Cwide And the ^Gprick of the needle and the ^Fsilent ^Cslide And the ^GPress lined up, with their ^Fstories to ^Ctell How there's ^Fno more wishes at the wishing ^Gwell

On the ^Fmorning news that brought me '^Ground They put the ^FOklahoma bomber ^Cdown